L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

As Melody got to her feet, holding her hurt back with one hand, but preparing a punch to Domino's face with the other, Drake's arms would suddenly coil around her body, as he...

"Is he hugging...! OH SHIT! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!", although Melody initially misunderstood Domino's intentions, her partner now had her trapped in a tight bearhug as she screamed in pain. Her already aching back exploded in pain, feeling as though she had a sword going through her spine wear Domino drove his arms. The spine was one thing, but as a side-effect of the hug, Domino's abs dug deep into Melody's slightly softer belly. And as an unintentioned and painless side-effect, Melody's modest bust dug right into Domino's hard chest. That said, Melody was definitely paying very little mind to the last one, as opposed to the former 2.

What made matters worse for the green-ette is that Drake was smart enough to tuck Melody's head at her shoulder to avoid a headbutt.

"Let me go! LET ME GO!" Melody started to flail her arms around, trying to break Domino's grip at her back... and failing. As a last resort, she tried to launch fists to Domino's head and jaw. The recoil of his head would likely cause it to accidentally headbutt the side of her own head, but right now, it was either this, or nothing.

That was an unexpectedly funny look on her face. Domino didn't take long enough to really appreciate it before tucking in to avoid headbutts, but he definitely saw it. He couldn't tell if she looked put-off, confused, or what. Did she think he was moving in for a cuddle? Granted, the tilt of his head and the tight embrace, that argument could be made. Bearhugs require a lot of physical contact, and it's not something he really used much in wrestling guys - but then, it's rare for him to find male opponents his size or smaller.

Bemusings aside, he has a job to do, sort of. It's training, but training is only useful if it pushes you. So he's pouring sincere effort into squeezing the girl out, trying to ignore the latent intimacy of her lean body pressing so firmly into himself, from her hips locking against his and his abs grinding against her belly, to her breasts pushing hard to his pecs. With his head tilted in, each warm, labored breath beats against her neck and shoulder, the embrace tight enough that his pounding heart can be felt reverberating in her chest. Feeling her struggle does nothing to alleviate things, bringing on a certain level of heated friction between them.

She begins battering at his head! The angle is awkward and it diminishes the impact, but the tradeoff is that his head is too close to hers to really backfire effectively as well. Still, it's quickly becoming difficult to maintain the crushing hold on her and weather the buffeting hits, so he ultimately changes things up. Rather than let her go, he twists with her sharply, attempting to drive her down to the mat underneath him in a belly-to-belly suplex!

What Melody's hits lacked in quality, they started to make up for in quantity, as she kept smashing her fist against Domino's head to daze him. And for a second, it appeared to work, as Domino's grip was diminishing!

Soon enough, however, Drake would figure out that he wouldn't keep the hold in for long, so rather than simply take the punishment and release Melody until he is dazed enough, he would drive her into the mat back first with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex!

"GYAAAAAAAAAAH!", Melody cried in pain over her already aching spine. If she allowed Domino to snap another hold of a similar magnitude, she might've had to tap in seconds. She tried to collect herself and fight through the hellish pain in her back, and get back to her feet at the same time as Drake!

Domino anticipated having enough time to set up a pin on the girl before she could get back up. The impact was rough. He felt that through her. Her pained cry was enough to reinforce it. He was ready to press her shoulders to the mat and start the pinfall. She, however, had other ideas.

As she started to raise to her feet, Domino props to his knees and blinks at her. He knew they were both giving it more than most would a normal spar, but a part of him wants to tell her to take it easy. Still, he's not going to do that. She knows herself better than him, and if she's going to push herself, he won't insult her by refusing or lightening up.

So he lifts to his full height, hoping to grab her by the arm and shoulder. If caught, he pivots on his heel and attempts to whip her into a nearby turnbuckle!

By this point for Melody, the only thing differentiating this spar from a regular match was the lack of crowd for it. Even then, some people stopped and stared at the showdown between her and Domino for a bit. Some looked for a second before going about their buisness, some staying to watch the two wrestlers trying to best each other.

As Melody would get to her feet, Domino would roughly grab her by her arm before launching her towards the nearest turnbuckle!

However, rather than running into the turnbuckle head-first or landing on it safely with her back (which would've likely allowed Domino to follow up with an attack), Melody would stop herself by her 2 hands, grabbing the top ropes connecting the turnbuckles with both hands to stop her momentum, and glancing at Domino, trying to guess what the black-haired wrestler wanted to throw at her next...

Domino has little intention of letting up on her. This match will be ending with a pin or submission, he's sure of that. No simple draws, just good ol'-fashioned finishers. And he intends to come out on top. He expected she'd suit him well for training, and he's so far been right. She's resilient. Hasn't even gotten a pin attempt on her yet! But that'll change soon, if he has anything to say about it.

After he's whipped her, he takes off in pursuit even before she's fully reached her destination in hopes of keeping the heat on. His follow-up attack isn't glamorous, but he'll be relying on his larger size and weight to do most of the work. Once he's right behind her, he thrusts himself at her bodily, aiming to slam his torso against her body in a corner splash!

As Domino would run towards the corner as well, Melody would see her sparring partner leap into the air, trying sandwich her against the corner!

Seeing Drake jump at her, Melody would quickly roll to the side while Domino was in the air. As a result, her opponent had nowhere safe to land onto, falling onto the turnbuckle below him!

The girl turns out to be more spry than he'd expected at this point! She avoids the impact, leading Domino to slam chest-first into the turnbuckle!

"Unf!"

The impact knocks the wind out of him, and he immediately recoils. Hands manage to grip the top ropes at either side of the post, but it doesn't stop him from dropping to a knee, needing a second to refill his lungs.

"Perfect!", Melody would think to herself as Domino slammed into the turnbuckle and got wind knocked out of him!

Melody would rush straigh at Drake, her hands going around the male wrestler's waist. Although Melody wasn't a power-based wrestler, even she had a few tricks up her sleeves in terms of lifting people off of their feet.

With that, she would try and lift Domino over her head, the ropes literally escaping out of his hands, as she would slam him into the mat with a bridging German Suplex!

Maintaining a bridge, Melody would keep Drake's shoulders pinned to the mat, starting the count for her possible victory!

Domino's crashed into the turnbuckle, not an entirely unusual situation to wind up in in the ring. And finding arms around his middle isn't a surprise. It doesn't mean he can do anything about it fast enough, given his weakened state, but it does mean he has plenty of time to mentally curse. His arms grab for hers, but it's too little, too late.

Whipped into the air and slammed back down to the mat, Domino's limbs splay out. The pain shocks through his head and shoulders from the impact, eyes squeezing shut and wheezing. He's impressed with her again - this time with her strength. She's not a flimsy little thing at all. He can dig that. And he can feel her holding him in that position.

The one-count lands. His legs shift in the air. Shortly after the two-count, he kicks and twists to break the pin, landing on his side and panting to recuperate. That two-count wasn't a gimme; she earned that one.