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

[Armada]

Christie’s abs were still burning from Drake’s previous onslaught, using that pain to help give her kick that much more power. It was nice to get a semblance of control back in the fight, the Undead Juggernaut taking multiple blows in a rather embarrassing fashion, hardly putting in any real resistance to Drake’s assault.

Well, now was a great time to pay him back. As his muscular frame jolted from Christie’s kick, the Grave Walker quickly pulled onto the twisted wrist, looking to slingshot the model into a corner post similar to how he did to her earlier. The look in her eyes practically screamed her desire for revenge, and should he impact against the hard steel as she planned, looking to spear him right up against the post in a rather vicious manner, as if she was trying to make his lunch come up for the whole audience to see.

The two fighters seemed to be fighting one another without mercy, to the pleasure of some of the audience members, each one cheering for their favorite competitor as they batted it out in the ring.

[CyanDimitrik]

With the stunning kick, Domino isn't in much position to resist the irish whip into the corner. He manages to twist at the last moment, back planting against the turnbuckle with a hard impact. "Ung!" His arms lift to rest over the top ropes at either side, his back resting against the padding behind him. He's starting to regain his footing from the sudden reversal, when Christie comes charging in!

Her shoulder digs hard into his tight midsection, six-packed abs taking the blow dead-on. "Hhfff!" The model curls up over her back, his arms hanging around her waist with his cheek resting against her spine. His abs are on fire now, legs wobbly, desperately attempting to gasp breath back into his lungs. But for the time being, he's trapped by his foe, and hating every moment of it; hating that he was taken off-guard. Teeth grit, eyes squeeze shut, and he focuses on trying to recuperate and read her, despite his body's refusal to straighten up on its own and cooperate just yet.

[Armada]

The Undead Maiden’s shoulder stabbed deep into Drakes abdominal muscles, practically impaling him against the post as the model hung limply on her back. He had been doing such a great job smacking Christie around previously, and it was clear she had every intention of returning the favor, with a little extra on top.

Much like he had done to her, she slid back, and let the man begin to fall towards the ground. Unlike Drake though, she wouldn’t even let him get as far as hitting the ground without a rising knee looking to smash his gut once again, letting him hang therefor a second before grasping his face and forcing him to look at her once again.

The face she wore was… different from the previous expressions. It was still haughty and smug, but the blush in her cheeks did not seem to come from pain. And that look in her eye seemed predatory…but in much different fashion then before.

The face she wore was… different

“That hurt Drake…that hurt a lot!” She said in a low voice, keeping it just between them, “I never found a man who played so rough before. Maybe there’s potential in you after all~” The smile she gave him was sweeter then when they first met, like a school girl with a puppy! “I think I like you~ But I have a secret you might need to know…I don’t really do the whole “Forgive and Forget” thing.”

With that, her arms laced around his midsection like a straight jacket, looking to pull in him in closer so that those arms could tighten around him like two deadly pythons! If she was successful with her bear hug attack, she would tease her prey, grinding her body and abs promiscuously against Drakes abs while that strange blush still remained on her cheeks. Her breasts were right up against his pectorals, the only cushion he would find in the entire hold~

[CyanDimitrik]

The support being taken away leaves Domino wobbly and teetering, but before anything can come of it - WHAM - her knee drives into those abused abs. "Ghh..!" Once again, his face is turned to look up at her. This time it's different. It's unplaceable to him. He can't be sure at all what's going on in her mind, and it gets a blink from those strained eyes.

He wants to respond, but he's still trying to recoup his breath after the last hit. He has questions. He has retorts. But none of it is going to see fruition - at least not yet. The model finds himself yanked upright again, and suddenly seized against her body in a move that he rarely sees others do besides himself. That is, unless she's setting up a suplex.

With the first squeeze, he realizes that's not what she's doing. "Aagh!," he cries out, eyes squeezed shut at first. His hands clamp onto her bare shoulders as she tightens on him, and his eyes affix to hers. Teeth grit in pressure, every breathe a heated seethe against her lips. Despite it, he's trying to not think about the sensation of her body grinding into his, her abs stroking along his, her breasts mashed to his pecs. It's difficult to ignore, and increasingly so as she moves in a way to accentuate it.

"We're.. a long.. way.. from done..!"

[Armada]

The Grave Keeper silently agreed with her incased foe as she squeezed the life out of him. They were far and away from anything close to the idea of “Done”. After all, no matter what happens, the two of them would likely be spending a full twenty-four hours with one another sometime in the next few days, perhaps even directly after the match. This was simply the meet and greet of the evening. The real fun stuff would probably start later. This was just a match that determined who got to play with who.

Christie continued to squeeze on Drake for a couple more seconds, noticing how soft his skin actually was. It was like warm silk, in she enjoyed rubbing against it…but she was not stupid. If she continued this hold, he would undoubtably break out of it, and her arms were starting to get tired.

If he had yet to gain his bearing, her feet would suddenly shift positions, and her hug would loosen up just a bit. It was relatively clear to the audience what she was doing next. She was transitioning towards a belly-to-belly suplex. If she pulled it off, the impact would send a massive shockwave throughout the ring, with Christie laying right on top of the model. Her arm would snake down and hook his leg for a pin attempt, panting heavily as she spent quite a bit of her energy trying to lift him up.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino was struggling with a bit of sensory overload. Somewhere in the midst of the compression of her arms around his form straining his body against hers, and the feel of her curves and muscletone grinding into him, the proximity of their faces, their heavy breaths beating against each other, and the unmistakable feel of his hips and accursed, uncontrollable physical reaction to the perhaps inadvertent sensuality of it all pressing into her, lies some semblance of self-awareness. His fingers bite into her shoulders tighter, pooling his strength; but he's contesting not only with the force of her squeeze, but the desire to maintain that guilty contact with her.

Her arms loosen! Domino takes in a breath, back arching, his abs pressing tighter to hers. And then he finds himself twisted over, slamming hard down to the mat with a ring-shuddering impact! "Aagh!" The model sprawls beneath her, stunned, serving as the perfect, if toned, cushion for her landing. And with her settled directly overtop him, there's really no mystery between them; his body wants her, whether or not he'd ever admit it, himself. His leg is hooked easily, and Domino's eyes open to half-mast, focusing up on her face. Each breath beneath her is dramatic, deep, and ragged, his chest and abs swelling against her breasts and belly rhythmically.

The referee-girl drops to her knees beside the pair to begin the pinfall.

"One!"

[Armada]

Christie honestly did not expect for this fight to be so exhausting. As soon as she saw Drake, she had written him off as another one of LAW’s boy toys, some poor jobber who was there simply to get thrashed about and whipped around for the audience’s enjoyment. She was caught by complete surprise when he had countered her, and did so effectively. He had totally turned the tables on her, turning her from the dominant force into the victim with one well placed move. She was also taken back by how vengeful he turned out to be… but that was far and away a bad thing in Christies twisted mind.

She finally got a quick break from it all, lying on top of Domino after suplexing him to the ground. Christie’s arms were still burning after squeezing him for so long, and her lungs felt the need to constantly feel empty, causing her to gulp in large amounts of air, her chest rising and falling rhythmically to Domino’s. Every time he exhaled, she inhaled, and vice versa. It was like a strange way of cooperating, like they were helping the other breath by taking turns.

Upon settling on his rather muscular form, something seemed to…poke her?

Her face lit up upon realization of what it likely was. The Crypt Keeper hardly looked like the same person, turning her face away and using her long hair to cover her face, which had turned as red as the highlights in her hair. She didn’t squeal however, nor did she move away from whatever was poking her. She simply maintained the pin, though she suddenly grew far more interested in the farthest corner post, hardly paying attention to Domino as she lay atop him, the two of them inadvertently grinding against each other in such a personal pin.

Hardly looked like the same person

“1!”

“2!”

[CyanDimitrik]

As the referee counts the pin, Domino's eyes refocus on the girl atop him. Oh yes, she's completely changed again. Though to what benefit? She was screwing with him before, trying to get him to lower his guard. But here she is, holding him in a pinning position, but looking.. demure? Why? Is she-

Domino blinks.

So it's mutual, he gathers. Despite wanting to beat the daylights out of her, the sensation of their bodies pressed together, grinding inadvertently or otherwise, there's something there. And that prodding against her scantly-clad hips isn't something she's shying back from. This might make the result of the match either way a curiously tense one. But it's still a match he intends to win.

Teeth grit, and as the referee-girl's hand comes down for the third count, Domino bridges his back hard, pushing his chiseled torso hard against Christie's body to dislodge her and bring a shoulder up off the mat!

"Two-count!"

Right now, he doesn't care that his trunks offer no mystery to the gawking crowd or the cameras. His mind is purely focused on taking control of the match and giving her no more quarter. Thoughts of those sensations and the weird attraction are pushed out of his mind. Or at least, he's trying to. He grabs for her shoulder with one hand and her neck with the other to bring her up to her feet with himself, and as soon as they're at a vertical base, blast his knee into the pit of her stomach!

[Armada]

Christie didn’t know what came over her. She had seen things all sorts of things that would make all sorts of people squeamish. She had seen teeth fly out of people’s skull, blood flow like an open faucet, and had even heard the wet and harsh sounds of bones breaking apart, followed by the primal scream that always came with it. She had a violent view of the world, eat or be eaten, destroy or be destroyed.

So why in gods name was she getting so flustered over something as simple as an erection? She understood she had an ego, but she would be lying to herself if she said she considered herself unattractive, and she was probably getting a few of the weirdos in the crowd nice and excited. Hell, she had SEEN an erection before but for some reason… her face just got really, really warm. Christie was here to beat Domino down to a sniveling little puddle of flesh and blood, and she still had every intention of completing that goal! She could explore why her heart was beating a bit faster then normal later. Right now, her priority was to get this pin over with!

Just as she shifted her focus back to Domino, he threw her off with one major push, knocking the Crypt Keeper off his chiseled frame and right onto her well rounded rump.

Domino moved fast, catching the undead mistress before she had a chance to react. One hand seized her shoulder, while the other grasped a tight grip around her neck, choking her and forcing her to stand back up. Her fiery red eyes met his hateful gaze, and though she was struggling to breath, a wicked smile split across her face, a crack in her porcelain mask that seemed inhuman.

A knee came flying at her stomach, but Christie was starting to see Drake’s strategy. She abandoned her neck for the moment, bringing both arms down to defend her abs and keep what air she had inside her lungs. His knee smashed hard into her forearms, like a hammer smashing into wood blanks. She grimaced for a second, trying to keep her defense centered on her stomach as she tried to hold onto as much air as she could. Drake was tough, but she was determined weather his onslaught and show him her strength as well.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino was hoping she'd be too disoriented to mount a defense, but the moment Domino's knee impacts her forearms - despite the force of the blow - he can tell she's adjusted according to what he'd been giving her. But that's just fine. With her smiling at him in that bizarre way and her focusing on her abdominal guard, Domino actually returns the look - though his may seem more sneering than anything else. If she thinks he can't adapt, she'll have to be taught. He can set up harder moves with things other than her stomach!

Her shoulder is released, but the other hand grips a little harder to her neck, those digits digging in. His stance shifts, and he aims to slam a forearm strike a couple times against her unprotected face instead! Two blows, each one forceful, aimed for her cheeks in the hopes of dazing her!