Kohaku Kamiya vs. Domino Vyril

[Noob]

It was unmistakable...Domino was grinding against her face. She could feel a bulge pressing against her cheek as she herself only worsened the situation by shaking her head from side to side in an attempt to wriggle free. A bit more of a panicked look settled in across her face as she became more and more aware of the position she was in. Had it not been for the squeezing though, perhaps she wouldn't have minded nearly as much. "Lll...let...go." She groaned. "I'll totally...AFTER." She managed to say.

Kohaku couldn't let things keep on going this way or she'd soon find herself passed out between Domino's legs. That was a bit more than she could bare at the moment. Slowly she'd try to pull back and push up to her knees. With her wrists held tight she was having trouble causing any distractions but she was hoping her foe was creating a distraction of his own. If only now she could find a way to maneuver the pair towards the ropes. IF she was able to slide and crawl backwards, pulling Domino, then maybe she'd escape before things got more grim.

[CyanDimitrik]

She had one hand free, which helps in getting some leverage in sliding, scooting, and dragging the clinging Domino along with her. And he has enough spatial awareness to know what's happening. The submission hold's duration is coming to an end! He has to get as much out of it as he can!

Eyes squeeze shut and the young model clamps to her head, that barely-covered firmness pushed into her face. Every little squirm, motions, headshake, whatever, is felt and magnified. She isn't wrong, though. It's kind of distracting to himself. His hips continue shifting, but it's become both more subtle, and more deliberately, grinding into her.

"I may.. hold you to that..!," he calls back to her. Oh yes, he totally heard her.

But Kohaku has reached the ropes! The referee-girl begins flailing at Domino, and his eyes open. She doesn't have to count beyond 'one' before he disengages and pulls into a backroll to rest on his knees. He's panting softly, but it's less for the exertion in the match than for other reasons. And that little something that was there in his gaze has intensified as he rests there, staring.

[Noob]

Through grit teeth Kohaku had made it to the ropes. Luckily Domino played more fair than she would and let go almost immediately. The black haired wrestler leaned back against the ropes panting. "Oh god...I...wow ok." She said with a slight smile. Feeling a little shaky she used the ropes to pull herself back up to her feet. "You'll have to win though. Cause if I do...well...I'm gonna have so much fun." She teased, giving the male a not so subtle wink.

Kohaku didn't want to admit it but she was getting distracted. Domino looked like he could be a model and she was just rolling around with him. Taking a deep breath she tried to clear her head. "Ok...round two. This time I'M gonna be the one grinding on a face." She explained with a mischievous grin. Unlike Domino though she had no intention of letting her prey escape. Getting ready she would slowly approach her opponent, looking to lock up once again but this time she would be ready for anything. Or she would at least try to be.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Hah.. hah..," laugh-pants Domino as he tries to get himself a little more under control. Damn typical wrestling gear. It leaves like nothing to the imagination, and the moment he stands up, every freaking camera and oogly-eyed spectator is going to know just how much he was into that submission. And what she says doesn't help!

"When I win... we'll both have fun..," he replies.

She calls for round two, and Domino pulls himself up to his feet. She moves in to lock up again, and he eagerly receives her. Hands grab onto her skin, her feminine frame, and he begins pushing into her. But he's holding back. Hoping to take her by surprise, he drops his arms to let her rush into him while they wrap around her waist! They'll press body to body briefly, and if all goes according to plan, he'll twist with her momentum to slam her down onto the mat again on her back. Though this time with himself landing directly atop her in a belly-to-belly suplex!

[Noob]

Domino had confidence. She liked that. Unfortunately it was currently her job to rid him of that and so she locked up with every intention of somehow tangling her opponent up. Much like the rest of this match though things ended up not going according to plan. She thought she had Domino on the ropes but with a quick rush he grabbed her and squeezed their now slightly sweaty frames together. The somewhat nicer feeling of their bodies together didn't last terribly long though as Domino soon tossed her back towards the mat.

Kohaku was getting quite jostled this match, once again finding herself on her back and out of breath. Somehow she had to find a way to either power through Domino or get around him. She didn't think she could take too much more of this punishment, one throw after another. "Guuuh...not so rough." She groaned, slowly bracing herself and beginning to sit up.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino rests on a knee as she begins to sit up, admiring her form more and more as she's worked up and worked over. Yep! Kink developed. Domino is into wrestling chicks. Who'd have thunk it.

He said he wouldn't go easy on her. He doesn't intend to. He definitely doesn't intend to let this match slip. But maybe he's going too fast and not taking the time to really enjoy this or give the audience a show. So as she complains, he leans forward to set a hand to her shoulder and shove her back down onto her back.

From there, Domino simply lies atop her. His legs shimmy between hers, his chest presses in against her breasts, his six-packed abdominals shift against her toned belly, and his hips - unrelenting firmness and all - locked tight against her crotch. His left arm seeks to hook behind her head, as if cradling her in an affectionate, intimate manner, while his right hand sets to her bicep to hold one arm down.

Excessive body contact combines with close proximity between their lips, noses nearly brushing together. "How about you just lie back and enjoy yourself instead?," he murmurs to her, voice low but a little shaken.

[Noob]

A bit shaken still, Kohaku slowly sits up only to be shoved right back down. "Nnnng!" She groans. Before she could complain further Domino would place his body right atop hers, pressing down firmly chest to chest, hips to hips. "Ahhhh!" She lets out a bit of a gasp, hot air now blowing against Domino as they're now inches apart. His words send a shiver down her spine as she considers his offer. "Nnn...nuuuh." Was all she managed to say, currently in a momentary haze with her head leaning back against the canvas.

She had to admit now...she was enjoying herself. Domino's toned body against hers was a feeling she could get used to. Alas she was still in the middle of a match. Losing wasn't an option for her. And so Kohaku would push up, shifting her body just enough to break the light pin. "How...how about we try something different?" She asked through pants. The black haired wrestler would raise her legs and wrap them around Domino's body, trying to squeeze him between he thighs. She thought a nice bodyscissors would both keep Domino trapped in a precarious position while still maintaining a bit of their current positioning that she thought was oh so nice.

[CyanDimitrik]

The poor referee-girl. She's trying to keep a handle on things. Pervy chick that she is, she herself has been getting distracted between the pins and positions. Not once did she ask if Kohaku submitted before. She didn't even start the pinfall now. She was stuck staring at them. Even now, as Kohaku locks her legs around Domino, she doesn't make a peep. She just stares, slackjawed. There may be a nosebleed in her imminent future.

"Nnh.." It isn't an altogether dismayed sound that escapes Domino as she locks her legs around him. He doesn't shy back from her in the position, perhaps even still technically in a pinning position. But who cares? "Seems less... different.. more..," Domino pauses, his hips instinctively shifting to grind hard against her thinly-covered hips, "..pointed." The hand at her bicep squeezes, the strain of the legscissor not yet inspiring a struggle. The feel of her inviting body is nearly intoxicating, especially in this position wherein there's an over-abundance of skin contact. His head tilts to touch his brow to hers, eyes locked to eyes. That 'something' grows. It can officially be called a fire now.

[Noob]

A growing smile is visible upon Kohaku's face as she slowly but surely increases the intensity of her squeeze. She has him now. He's too busy focusing on her to do much and even if he did she wasn't letting go that easily. "Mmmmh...You sure you want to play that game? Right here? In front of the crowd?" She whispered in his ear. Then suddenly her muscles pulsed, squeezing tightly for a moment. She waited for a reaction before flashing Domino a grin.

The crowd roared, appreciating the current position. Obviously they just wanted to see one thing. Kohaku would at least pretend she was a bit more classy, looking now to weaken Domino in her grasp. It was her best attempt at evening the odds since for the most part her foe had been overpowering her with ease. But now she thought she had him trapped. In fact from what she was now able to see it didn't look like he even wanted to get out. Domino seemed fine as he was and Kohaku would gladly just squeeze the life out of him any way she could.

[CyanDimitrik]

The girl's bare thighs clamp down more on him, and Domino lets out a wince! He's definitely feeling it! Kohaku's got strong legs! But it's a genuine struggle to want to break away from her figure enough to fight free! "Loaded question..," grunts Domino from over her. "..because it's a total yes.. and no.." His hips buck, pressing hard to hers and grinding her a little more into the mat. The arm behind her head shifts a little to let him grab a fistful of her hair and pull back, attempting to tip her head backwards. "Loosen up..!" The implied bargain of course is that if she does, he'll let her hair go. It's a question of whether or not the referee-girl is paying remotely enough attention to call him on the hair-pulling, or if that'll play more into her blatant enjoyment of the match as a spectator.