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

[Armada]

Domino’s sneer was one that could easily instill fear or dread in a person. His beautiful features scrunched up in a rabid rage, the look of a man who just wanted to destroy the thing in front of him no matter what it took. He wanted to teach Christie a lesson, rip her and her inflated ego and pride to shreds in front of this entire crowd…and who knows what else afterwards? They had both agreed to the stipulation that one would basically serve the other for the next 24 hours…what would happen to the Crypt Keeper were she to lose? What punishments might he enforce upon her or cruelties might he impose?

The whole thing got Christie’s heart racing. Here was an opponent who had it all, good looks, a lust to destroy his opponent, and the ability to actually do it. In a way, he reminded her of herself. Even that contorted smile brought a new flush to her face. It was probably the cutest expression he had made all night, at least in her twisted opinion.

But that smile came with consequences. Christie knew it would, and she watched him excitedly as he released her shoulder and tightened the grip around her neck. The woman was forced to bring her hands back towards his grip around her neck, struggling to breath now more then ever. She squeezed his wrist and tried to pry his fingers apart, all while looking him dead in the eyes as he raised his arm, getting ready to deliver his blow. She simply licked her lips, anticipating what was to come, her broken smile waiting for his arms embrace.

Each one of the forearm strikes rang out to the audience, forcing the Crypt Keepers head to jolt in the arms direction as the audience all gave their opinion with a resounding “Ooooo…”. Christie's smile turned on her, as the last forearm strike caused her lip to drag against her canines, cutting her lip an leaving a small crimson trail to dribble down her chin like a vampire after feeding. Her legs were unsteady, and she now held onto Domino’s arm for support, as well as attempting to pry his grip from her throat. Whatever breath she could get, she took gulps of, her hellish eyes still looking at Domino, and that smile was still on her face. It was clear to anyone, some of the fire in those eyes had died down to an ember, and that crooked smile had lost some of its luster after the two strikes to the face.

[CyanDimitrik]

He did not mean to bloody her. That was purely by accident. Domino has a thing when it comes to visibly marring someone - especially a female opponent - past bruising. He doesn't want to bleed, he doesn't want the person he's facing to, either. He's not a thug. He's a fighter. That's why he rarely hits around the head with a closed fist - those are saved for the gut. But here she is, now marked with a little red.

He cringes just barely at his own work, but moves past it. He can make it up to her later. Not that she deserves it, all things considered, but she'll be forced to listen to him soon enough; when he owns her. But oddly enough, she seems pretty happy with the state of things. Like she's being wooed by the violence, the forcefulness of it. Even though she was clearly weakened, she still looked pleased with being manhandled. So he'd continue on that tangent. He owes her this, at least!

"You had your fun.. now it's my turn..!"

He ceases slamming his forearm against her pretty face and instead wraps his arm around her waist. The hand releases her neck to join, pulling her barely-clothed body tight against his. They'd be face to face, but his head is tilted a little close for that - to squash any hopes of a headbutt and make any slaps at his ears awkward and clumsy. Instead, he's cheek to cheek with the girl in the ring.

His arms suddenly tighten, cinching her bare stomach against his equally exposed abs, returning the bearhug she'd given him before. His arms dig into her lower back as the pressure rapidly intensifies, looking to capitalize on her weakened state and continue wearing her down. The body contact certainly isn't lost on him, from the feel of her breasts mashing into his chest, her stomach against his, and his hips locked tight to hers. And at this proximity now, that previous poking she felt during the pin would be impossible to ignore, now grinding hard against her hips as he works her over.

"Go on and scream for me..!"

[Armada]

Drake…Domino, whatever he went by, was clearly one of those “nice guy” types. He had avoided straight out punching Christie in the jaw, something she would have done had the roles been reversed. Instead he used his forearm, which still delivered a powerful and heavy blow, it ran much less of a risk of cutting a foe, or even bruising them. The cut that occurred on the Crypt Keepers lip was due to her own grin, and if asked she would admit responsibility for it.

Perhaps, upon further thought, that was why his attitude excited her so much. His cruel eyes that could clearly be soft and gentle stabbed at her with an anger that was exclusively for her, and his cold words sent shivers down her spine in the best way possible. Christie was far from a masochist, but she absolutely loved hearing words that carried such passion…as well as the fiery promise of violence!

“Mmm, that sounds fair~” Christie quietly replied, licking her cut and taking away a fair bit of blood from her tongue, “What did you have in mind?”

Christie would be far from disappointed. Domino suddenly moved faster then the dazed Grave Keeper could react. Suddenly, they were cheek to cheek, some of Christie’s blood finding its way onto her opponent’s chin. His powerful arms wrapped around her slim waist, their bare abdomens forced together, exchanging body heat as well as giving her a tingling sensation that seemed to tickle her insides. He squeezed down on her, Domino attempting to crush the Undead Woman with all of his power! Christie’s face scrunched up in pain, her hips feeling as if they were catching fire underneath the pressure! Christie bit her tongue to keep from screaming, His powerful and hard pictorials seemed to completely contrast Christie’s soft and generous bosom as they pressed against each other, only Christie’s thin top stood between what could have been a very heated embrace. Whatever was poking her before came back with a vengeance

The pressure continued to mount, and despite her best efforts, Christie involuntarily whimpered…and then the man who had her in his grasp made such a savage demand as she felt her lower back begin to crack and pop under the pressure.

It took all of her will power and focus to look him in the eyes, to not give in and scream till she was red in the face and scramble desperately to get out of the hold. She just tried to look and Domino, her hellish orbs seething with those purple jewels.

“Won’t scream…not…to you!!!”

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino keeps the tight pressure on the cryptwalker, turning to haul the girl further from the ropes and closer to the center of the ring. He doesn't want her having any chance to force her way free of the hold. He doubts she'll tap out to this, and he doesn't want her passing out in his arms to be the finish to this match - he has better, more fun ways to dominate the girl and excite the audience. But if she goes slack, that's the clear indication that it's time to put her down.

She doesn't seem ready to give in to his very physical demands yet, though. The strain in his arms is tremendous, keeping control on her body a chore, but a worthwhile labor. It's bordering on intoxicating, keeping her svelte, fit, inviting body ground hard into his unyielding frame. When her eyes catch his, he returns that glare with unbridled determination. She says she won't scream, but that's not acceptable. He wants her crying out. He'd already wrenched a whimper from the girl. A little more...

Domino's back suddenly arches to bring Christie's feet further off the mat, and puts much more pressure against her belly locked to his. His arms pump hard, grinding down on her lower back to mash her bare abs against his sleekly-toned six-pack, seeking one final burst of pressure to seal the deal against her hitherto adamant denial. It brings her ample breasts to press a little more fully against his pecs, and there's no mistaking the covered length now stroking her hips, barred only by the thin material they're wearing.

"Hnng..!"

Given only a couple more seconds of this, the young model swings inwards, aiming to deliver his own belly-to-belly suplex of sorts. Minus the twisting torque motion, Domino aims only to slam forward and crush the girl beneath him in a direct body-over-body smash against the mat!

[Armada]

The burning sensation in Christies spine simply intensified as Drake squeezed down on her even more than before. He was really determined to break her, to humiliate her right in the center of the ring and make her taste the sadistic fear she inflicted on all of her opponents. It was getting harder to breathe, and her spine was no longer cracking, but bending further in then they were supposed to. The bear hug was so tight, the Crypt Keeper could feel her legs slowly go numb, barley feeling the tips of her toes touching the rings floor.

Christie wanted to keep up her defiant glare, to stare into Domino’s eye and show him she could keep her wits about her under any amount of pain he could dish out, but he was pulling out all of the stops, crushing her entirely. First, one of her eyes closed, the pain eating away at her lovingly lethal features. Her glare quickly fell apart, as she looked away from Drakes glare, deciding to focus on getting out of the hold. When she entered the ring, she had no doubt she would walk away the winner, but now… she was having second thoughts about that.

Domino’s big finish was yet to come, as he finally let loose on the Undead Juggernaut completely. He lifted Christie clean off the floor, squeezing down on last time, their bare bodies grinding against one another, with Christie being force upwards as Domino lifted her and squeezed. Her back arched, desperate to get some air in her lungs, unable to stop a quick, shrill shriek of pain from breaking through her clenched teeth.

“AUGH!!!”

Her body had slid up Domino’s tone form due to his squeeze, her legs closer to his waist, and her ribs and abs rubbed against his chest and face. Christie didn’t seem to react, simply trying to catch her breath as she kicked her feet, desperate to insure the still worked after such a vice like squeeze threatened to break her in half.

His body…it felt so good against hers. Her red eyes still had life in them, and she was still trying to pry herself out of his arms, but her strange face and slight blush every time Domino “poked” seemed to imply she was not as vengeful as she was trying to display.

Their bodies continued to rub against one another, right up until Domino decided to end his bear hug with a slam of his own, splashing Christie down on top of the mat. The ring rocked with the impact, and Christie let out a silent gasp of pain as she was left spread eagle on the floor with Drake right on top of her. Only a silent groan escaped her lips as one of her gloved hands moved to massage her skull, Drakes soft skin and toned body pressing into her own with ever breath they took. The crowd were each cheering on their favorite competitor, whether it be to break free from the mans powerful grip, or to hold down the violent vixen in case she tried to pull anything.

[CyanDimitrik]

It's the latter Domino intended to do. Christie's a wildcard - impossible to get a read on, but absolutely deserving to get pinned here tonight. What that would mean for them after the bell rang, he hasn't figured out yet. But for as much as he absolutely hates to admit to himself, there's a definite desire for her; if at least in a physical way. And given the faces she'd been making, and the absolute lack of space between their bodies, there's no way she didn't know it. He may as well lean into it and not let it become a hindrance.

Still lying flat atop her, Domino grabs for her gloved wrists to stack together above her head. His left hand secures them together, while his right hand sets to her bicep to help hold her shoulder down. His legs shift between hers to tangle with them, twining together to keep them flat to the mat. This keeps his hips tightly pressed against hers, allowing no respite from that obvious physical attraction. His abs press tight along hers, his pecs mashing into her breasts, and he lies face to face with her - nearly nose to nose. Amethyst eyes narrow, daring her to look back up at him in this position of power.

The referee-girl drops beside the pair in their intimate pin.

"One!"

[Armada]

Drake tied Christie down tight, wrapping her arms above her head and leaving her curvaceous body completely exposed to his powerful frame. There was not a single pint of distance between them, Domino in a dominate position as his larger body pinned her down aggressively. The man was attracted to Christie, at least physically, and now there was no denying what was poking the Crypt Keeper at that point. Drake did not even bother trying to hide his attraction, almost leaning into it and letting it rest between him and herself, with only his shorts and her bottoms keeping it from her maidenly body.

Drake’s body wanted her, and it was doing a great job in keeping her all to itself. The crowd could tell what Domino was doing, and some even cheered him on. Christie could hardly move underneath Drake, and he was so close to her she could actually hear him breath, even over the cheering crowd. He was staring at her like an Alpha of the pack, daring her to look up at him and issue even the slightest form of challenge so he could smash it down to nothing.

Christie moved her hips, just barely…but noticeably, grinding her lower body against Drake’s lust that rested between them. Her snake-like eyes flicked towards Drake’s amethyst jewels, feeling his stonewall abs keeping her from getting a full breath, her breast mushrooming up against his powerful chest. He was in total control, and that look in his eye that said ”I’m in charge, if you disagree then try me”, especially in such short quarters was everything she could have asked for in a man. Christie was absolutely smitten with that look, and her lower body seemed to unconsciously grind against Drake’s lust faster.

The referee girl dropped down to preform the count, her face red from either embarrassment, or getting into the pair intimate struggles.

“One!”

Drake’s face was so close…could he feel Christie’s heart through his chest? Could he feel how rabidly it was beating, and how warm her body began to get? His cold, challenging gaze stabbed into the Vipers Visage…and her head moved forward, looking to lock her lips with the model, hoping her constant hip movements would prove to be a fair distraction. If she succeeded, Christie’s kiss would be surprisingly passionate and warm, far away from her cruel and callous persona.

”Two!”

Christie was no amateur when it came to giving out affectionate actions, but this was possibly the first time it was genuine. Which made her next action hurt her almost as much as she thought it might hurt him. As she wrapped up the kiss, she would attempt to bite down on his lower lip, careful not to rip off too much skin, but making sure it was a painful experience. As soon as she did, she would muster all her strength in one big blast, looking to shoot her shoulder off the mat and possibly move his powerful frame off her. The Tomb Walker was banking on her stimulation, and hoping it was enough to distract the model.

[CyanDimitrik]

Some friction is to be expected with bodies pressed so tightly together. The simple act of breathing mashes them with each inhale, sleek abdominals brushing abdominals, chest swelling against breasts. Every exhale finds warm breath licking against the girl's lips, growing heavier by the moment. The referee-girl seems to be taking her time. To the outside world, she's going at an expected pace. But to Domino, who's experiencing the cornucopia of sensations courtesy of the body pinned beneath him, it feels like minutes between each slap upon the mat. But when her hips settle into a distinctly noticeable shift against his, he's no longer even thinking about that.

The look in his eyes intensify, focusing sharply on hers. As if determined to dominate her even in this, he reciprocates with a steady grind, pressure building against her hips. But what he doesn't expect is the kiss suddenly launched against him, eyes widening in shock. Those eyes fall shut, lost in a confused euphoria of domination and sensuality. The grind against her hips grows harder, more distinct, leading his body to stroke against hers in fully. His hands grip onto her body tighter, less out of a need to hold her down, and more out of a need simply for her.

All too quickly, the kiss terminates in a bite, earning a surprised gasp from him. Eyes shoot open to stare down at her, wanting to pull back, but unable to without risking hurting his lip. But fortunately, she solves that issue for him by abruptly breaking the pin. He rolls over to the side, the sensation of her body against his replaced with the open air and a craving for it to return.

Domino's jaw firms, and he reaches out to snatch her by the hair. "You want the hard way? No mercy? My pleasure...," he mutters. Yanking her by the luxurious dark locks, he attempts to haul her up to her feet again. And once at a vertical base, he leans in to attempt grabbing her around the waist, only to sweep her body into the air upside-down, holding her body squarely against his once again - only inverted. Her hips against his face, her belly pressed to his hard chest, his abs against her breasts, and his hips pressed to her face in a tombstone piledriver position.

The audience knows what this setup means when it comes to Domino. He's preparing her for the Total Eclipse finisher!

[Armada]

Domino had the body of a fighter, but the skin of a model. As soon as her lips locked with his, a feeling she couldn’t quite describe flew from the pit of her stomach into her chest. It was a warm feeling, one that made her excited and really got her wheels turning. She wasn’t the only one, as her domineering foe began to grind himself against her in a manner similar to her own provocative action. For a moment, the two really did seem to move as one, their bodies taking over s their want for one another reached its zenith. The two were kissing one another passionately, With Drake pulling Christie closer, their bare bodies sharing each other’s want and warmth for the other. Christie’s cold, dead heart practically cracked when she bit down on Domino’s perfectly soft lips, like she had just destroyed a priceless artifact for her own selfish reasons.

She had a crush on Drake, that much she was sure…but she would not let him own her. Not when she could own him.

At the very least, her abrupt destruction of their passionate kiss was not in vain. The Crypt Keeper did indeed raise her shoulder, breaking the pin and, sadly, contact from Domino’s dominating presence. The air felt so much colder now that he was away from her, and her hips could still feel the ghost of Drake’s. “Poke” as she rolled over, lifting herself up onto her hands and knees.

What the hell was wrong with her?!? She didn’t need this guy! This wasn’t love! So, he was a bit rougher with her then any other guy ever was and looked better then all of them combined. It would just make it all the more satisfying to break his face apart and leave him sniveling and crying underneath her boot in a mess of blood and bruises! He was going to pay for what he had done to her in this—

“You want the hard way? No mercy? My pleasure…,”

Domino Grabbed a handful of Christie’s red and black hair and yanked her to her feet. His amethyst eyes glared at her coldly as he gave her a look that pretty much broadcasted how much he wanted to pay her back for everything she had done to him.

Christ! He’s so cool!!!

Every time his cold gaze stabbed into her, her body got a jolt of excitement. Christie adored glares, and the raw anger and hatred that rested in Drake’s eyes were better than any other she had ever gotten. Coupled with his aggressive need to dominate the fight and prove himself to everyone that doubted him, to show everyone he was not a one trick loser who was there to get stomped on by girls. It was kind of romantic…in a violent, dark kind of way, but that was how Christie liked it.

Her gloved hand shot up to his wrist as he pulled her to her feet, not wanting him to pull any of her hair out of her skull. If she was really going to try and interact with him at all in the future…well, she would want to keep her looks.

Within seconds, she was pressed up against Domino once again, but this time she found herself upside down. Her hips, crotch, and plump posterior were all in his face, with only the fiery design and the thin bottom keeping his face from Christie’s sensitive areas. She could feel his breathing against her hips, causing the Undead to squirm a bit. His chest was pressed against her stomach, while her breasts mushroomed against his steel abs. Christie’s face was already as red as her hair and eyes, but once she realized that the object that once poked her hips was now dangerously close to poking her cheek, she seemed to turn into a totally different person, shifting and moving away as best as she could from Domino’s lust.

“You fucking loser! Get that thing away from my face!”

Christie thrashed harder then before, swinging her knee against his skull as hard as she could in hopes that she could escape from his…awkward hold. She liked Domino, and could handle quite a bit of sensual contact, but…right in her face was too much too soon. Christie wanted to try and…maybe win him over. Something she might be able to do if she owned him for a bit. A twisted way of seeing something, but surely Domino would cut her some slack. It was her first time trying to “woo” a guy~

[CyanDimitrik]

Christie seems to shift behaviors rather quickly! There've been at least three so far in this match, Domino will likely realize upon reflection. For now, however, all he can focus on is finishing off this irreverent, sardonic femme fatale in a bikini. Holding her securely and positioning her against himself seems to have ignited a new burst of resistance in her - but people tend to struggle when they know the end is near. Christie, however, manages to make something of it. Her knee bashes against Domino's head, jarring his balance and compromising the hold. If nothing else, he can't execute the finisher while she's this lively.

Nevertheless, Domino is forced to overturn the girl and deposit her back on her feet. Still slightly dazed from the hit to the head, Domino swings with a wild short-arm clothesline, hoping to nail the girl across the collar and bring her back down to the mat. His other hand, meanwhile, is placed squarely to his temple where her knee collided with his head.

"Just.. delaying the inevitable..!"