Christie Myers vs Drake "Domino" Vyril- A prisoner, or a living corpse?

[Armada]

The backhanded slap made a lovely sound across the arena, causing a few of the fans to cry out in favor of the dominate female. As an added benefit, her hand print was clear to see on the model’s pale features, and he even looked to be tearing up, causing the Grave Walker’s heart to speed up in excitement. What an opportunity! To have one of her first opponents bawling at her feet within the first few minutes of a fight? What kind of self-respecting fighter would refuse such a thing?
When she forced him to look at her, her smile seemed to double in length, looking practically inhuman! The mix of male beauty warped in anger and pain coupled with those sad tears were simply delectable…Christie simply couldn’t wait to beat him down to the ground until he couldn’t resist her any more.

“Hey buster,” the demon whispered in her preys’ ear, “If you keep looking at me like that, I might just fall for you! Nothing gets me going like a man with a mission~”

Just to emphasis how cruel she was, she licked one of Drake’s tears right off his cheek. To some it was a show of affection, but to Christie, it was sneaking a quick taste before biting into the meal. He was almost ready, but needed a few more minutes until he was ready to be her plaything.

That might turn out to be longer then she first expected, as a fist came right into her stomach and knocked the wind out of her. Christie had enough time to wrap her free arm around her abdomen and make a sharp grimace of pain before she realized her other arm was not returning to her. Her mind was still trying to piece together everything that was happening when Drake suddenly pushed his boot underneath the Grave Keeper’s chin and fell backwards, taking her with him.

“AAAAAACCCKK!!!”

The impact shook the ring, Christie flying backwards and crashing hard onto the floor, curling up and gripping her skull as pain made its way through every facet of her head. Christie began to roll back and forth, trying to ease the pain even slightly until finally finding some pressure relive itself when she was on her back. A murderous gaze was peeking through those hands that sought to soothe the skull underneath the Death Walkers lovely features.

“Y-You Bastard! I’ll rip your god damn head off for that!”

[CyanDimitrik]

She licked him. She licked him! Why- who does that?! If he wasn't convinced he needed to beat her already based only on what she'd said, that would've sealed the decision for him! And as it happened, his attack went off perfectly, nailing and stunning the girl just as intended.

Domino kips up to his feet in a single, smooth motion to glare back down at her. The back of his fist pushes against the damp spot where she'd licked him. "You'll try." He doesn't take the time to admire the obvious pain and damage he'd done to her. Instead, he immediately moves to act by springing into the air beside her! No frills, nothing fancy, just a direct move intended to punish her and wear her body down. He tilts sideways in the air and juts out his elbow, angling it down to smash heavily against her flat, toned belly.

He needs her more stunned and pliable for what he has in mind; giving her a little humility.

[Armada]

Christie’s face was scrunched up in pain and hatred, sending her own fiery gaze up at her once helpless opponent. It was interesting how fast their roles switched, but that was the /last thing on her mind at the moment. Right then, she was only interested in making good on her promise to the shit stain in front of her!

Christie was already starting to rise, planning all sorts of brutal retaliations for Drake’s little ruse. She didn’t care about his discomfort, the man wiping away her saliva while sending her a hell of a glare of his own. The two looked like natural enemies the way they were gazing at one another, each only having hostile intentions for the other.

Suddenly, Drake jumped up in the air, and came down with a pointed elbow drop that landed square on Christie’s stomach, bringing her right back down to the floor, now with a stabbing pain in her abs.

“Gah!”

The Tomb Tyrant immediately wrapped her arms around her exposed stomach, rolling away from the threat as fast as she could, her teeth clenched in a horrible grin of pain. If uninterrupted, she would flee to the ropes, using them in order to help her ascend back to her feet, casting yet another glance at her foe.

“You just got lucky! That’s all! Don’t go getting a big head, because your luck just ran out! You got that you little freak?” Her tone was hostile and cold, yet it sounded like she was trying to convince herself more so then Drake. Still, the Crypt Keeper seemed to finally adopt an appropriate fighting stance, eyeing Drake carefully, rather than the smug appearance she had mere moments ago.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino had no intentions of letting her get too far from him, nor giving her a chance to breathe. He's normally a very driven individual, spurred by his need to prove himself and achieve the glory he'd always wanted, but Christie managed to hit all the wrong buttons with him. Deceptive, insulting, and selling him short - all in the span of about twenty seconds. It could even be considered impressive.

So as Christie makes her way to the ropes, Domino is backrolling to end on his boots and at a vertical base once more. It's a clean, fluid motion; practiced to the point of ease. He stalks towards her as she continues to berate her, sensing that a bit of the cocky bite she had before had chipped. "This 'little freak' is about to teach you to be careful..." He reaches out to grasp her by her smooth shoulders. "...just who you call wannabe!" And with those shoulders, Domino will attempt to strongarm the girl into the corner, essentially flinging her back into the turnbuckle.

Hopefully that'll leave her open for some real punishment, and he can start setting the record straight.

[Armada]

Christie didn’t get very far with her stance, as Drake was right on top oh her when she stood back up. She didn’t even get a chance to throw another blow at the man, his strong hand gripping her shoulder and tossing her into the turnbuckle, promising to teach her to avoid calling people names based around skill.

Christie hit the corner hard enough to shake the whole thing, a pained scream erupting from the banshee’s lips, hunching over as she moved an arm to cradle her bare back. For a moment, she just stayed that way, hunched over while trying to rub the pain away…until a quiet giggle became audible, growing in volume until it fell into something closer to a cackle. When the woman raised her head back up, a hateful smile rested comfortably on her lips.

“So, that’s what your mad about. What’s the matter? Scared you aren’t good enough to make it to the big leagues? You have to prove yourself against a bunch of frilly girls, then maybe daddy will love you?” the grin grew wider and wider, those fiery red eyes mocking Drake the whole time, “What a joke, and not a very good one at that! The way your going, pretty boy, you might as well just become LAW’s janitor, because they sure as shit won’t give you a damn thing that your looking for…unless you like hitting stupid frilly bimbos. Heh, then we have something in common.”

Christie finally straitened up, her red eyes daring drake as she pulled her arms up in a ready defense, deciding to wait and see what Drake was really made of, and if he could act on his impulses.

[CyanDimitrik]

As she seems to lose it, Domino continues after her. The throw into the turnbuckle was only the setup, after all. Of course, he isn't ignoring what she's saying. It's only more fuel - more inspiration to really not hold back with her. Even if there's a hint of truth to it. Yes, he's been given the shaft by every other federation in some form or another, and this is his opportunity to prove what he can do; even if it's against girls. Not exactly a conventional setup, but he's taking what he can get.

Still, it's a little biting.

He places a forearm against Christie's collar to try to shove her back into the corner post and restrain her there. He leans in, face considerably closer to hers to let his dark purple eyes zero on her snakey reds. "Only thing I'm looking for tonight is dominating you. No frills needed." And the process begins with a knee thrusting up towards her previously-struck abdomen, hoping to serve the dual purpose of shutting her up and weakening her. A second hit will follow, but this from a fist aiming to drill into her stomach. Lastly, his body tilts forward and he grips the middle ropes to yank-thrust himself forward, shoulder seeking to drill hard into her abs. The pressure would even sustain for a few agonizing seconds to grind into her midriff.

[Armada]

Christie was getting under the model’s skin and she knew it. What was once a handsome smiling face now twisted in anger and loathing…it was a nice look on him. Much to the Crypt Walkers surprise, he actually packed quite a punch too, trapping her in a corner with record time and pouring on the pressure without relenting for even a moment.

And then he said those magic words while looking her dead in the eyes, his purple eyes looking like they were in complete and utter control of her…no man had ever done something like that to her, and for a split second, Christie could have sworn her black ice cube of a heart skipped a beat for a second.

Or maybe that was the knee smashing into her abdomen. And excruciating pain erupted from the blow, Christie biting down on a scream ad snuffing it out just in time for Drake’s punch to knock it right back out of her. Her stomach was on fire, Christie’s lungs totally empty as she helplessly stared into Drake’s eyes as he repeatedly attacked her feminine abs.

And then Drake leaned down and rammed his shoulder right into her stomach, as if to punctuate the attack! His shoulder was like a hammer, smashing her right up against the corners and practically impaling her, the Living Dead woman’s feet were barely touching the floor, Drake pushing further and further into her stomach and squeezing every drop of air out of her lungs. If Drake was to move back, Christie would fall to her knees, hugging her stomach and desperately trying to get some air back into her lungs while defending her core from any further harm.

[CyanDimitrik]

That moment of relief comes at last as Domino leans back from the girl's body, letting her drop to her knees and clutch her midsection. He doesn't do it for feeling sorry for his adversary; she deserves the punishment she's receiving after the barbs she's sent his way. It isn't because there's a subtle shift in her demeanor that might suggest a level of admiration; he didn't see it, concentrated on pummeling and wearing down her core. He did it for a far more utilitarian purpose; he needs her out of the corner to keep beating her.

She drops to her knees before him, and the model immediately tangles his fingers into Christie's lush black hair. He gives her only a second to look up at his merciless face from her position before pulling to guide her up to her feet by the scalp. Keeping her body bent, he'll pull the girl with him towards the center of the ring. Once there, her head will be yanked under his left arm, her hair finally released. That's not to say she isn't in danger. The keeping her locked, Domino will rotate out to force her back-to-back with him before dropping flat, yanking her head down to crash her head, neck, and back against his shoulder and the mat in a neckbreaker!

At least, if all goes as intended, Domino will roll over onto all fours to move to the girl's side and promptly throw himself over her. His sleekly-toned abdominals will press across her feminine abs, his hands on the mat beside her, back arched to press his midsection firmly against hers for the pin.

[Armada]

“Domino” didn’t give the undead tyrant and quarter. The moment she fell to her knees he reached down and grasped her hair in a tight clutch. He was being cautious, making sure she couldn’t flee from him or counter his assault. He wanted to teach her a lesson, that was clear in his cold, merceless eyes that he made sure Christie witnessed. Perhaps he truly hated her, or maybe he did it because she had made a similar expression earlier. Either way, Christie couldn’t help but crack at least a half smile at his cold glare.

He hoisted her up, still careful enough not to let her reach her full height as he pulled Christie closer towards the ring. He had to be planning something big, probably some sort of finale meant to show Christie how arrogant he thought she was. Had he been as big a loser she first thought he was, she might have played along just to show him the futility of his attacks…but she could admit she may have underestimated him. It was possible that a finishing attack from him might put the final nail in her coffin.

Christie was suddenly locked in tight underneath Drake’s left arm, but rather then sit there like a brain-dead jobber, Christie reared a fist back brought it around to smash it right into his ribs, making sure he felt some damage and at least a little bit of her irritation. She was locked tight, but not ignorant of her situation.

The moment he tried to rotate her was when she attempted to make her move, her arms quickly went to clasp one of his wrists, and hopping that her earlier blow loosened the man’s lock. If his grip faltered, she would to rotate around him with Drakes wrist in hand, even as the man stopped. If she succeeded, she would have him in a tight wrist lock, making sure to make it as tight and painful as possible. Of course, she would send a kick to his exposed stomach if her cruel plan worked.

[CyanDimitrik]

Everything was going smoothly, and Domino expected her to be quite weakened by the barrage against her belly. But he may be guilty of a little underestimation, himself. She drives a fist into his ribs, earning a grunt and jolt. But he yanks her head under his arm, regardless. But as he begins twisting with her to execute the move, she unwinds herself and captures him in a wristlock!

Domino doesn't have enough time to wind back around with her in an effort to reverse the hold, as suddenly her boot into his tightly-toned abs! "Hff..!" Frame jolting from the impact again, Domino is left bent over with one arm around his midsection protectively!