Domino vs. Ninjette: Ready, Steady, Go!

Well, that sucked. At least the fans seemed to like Kozue’s little acrobatic display, but fuck, she wasn’t too keen on doing it again anytime soon. The next time she tried it, she’d have to remember to immediately get out of dodge.

”I’m okay, just need a few seconds, let me just…”

She had a little grunt of frustration as Domino turned her over and it became apparent that she wasn’t going to get the few seconds she’d been asking for. Instead, what she was got was a sharp pain in her legs and a slap at her sides. More annoying than anything. ”Knock it off, stop-”

She swung her arms behind her, trying to fend him off, which turned out to be an exceedingly bad idea. The next thing she knew, her wrists were grabbed, her arms were pulled back, and everyone got a full look at her flexible body as Domino hoisted her with the ceiling hold.
”Aw, come on!” She shook her head from side to side as the pain tore into her back. ”Ceiling hold? Nobody…” Kozue tried to jerk to the side and get free. No dice. ”Who even uses that move anymore?”

Remarkable, combat psychology. In retrospect, anyone who's ever been put through a ceiling hold - Domino included - fume at the idea of feeding their arms into their assailant's grasp. But when smacked around from behind and unable to turn around, that's exactly what you do. Every. Single. Time. Not one who's been on the giving end of this hold very often, it's pretty interesting! And maybe something he can rib Kozue about later.

For now, his arms and legs straighten in a sharp pump to strain her limbs backwards and put her lean body on full display.

"Maybe more people should!," he calls from beneath her. His head turns a little, this way and that, attempting to keep the wisps of her ponytail from tickling his face. It isn't working out too well, so he focuses on blindly working on the hold more. The girl's spry - her arms and legs could use a little wearing out. The fact that it strains the spine like crazy is a nice bonus.

His knees and elbows bend, only to thrust out again, pumping her body in the air. Hopefully the cameras aren't taking advantage of her short skirt. He hadn't even thought of that.

"Gonna tap? Got s'more fight in ya?!"

Kozue had never been in this hold before, but she’d seen it quite a few times, especially when she was looking up Mexican stuff. She always wondered what the big deal was. Didn’t seem all that bad for the person being hoisted up, really. Maybe even a little fun. You got hoisted up, held there. If anything, it looked like it would be more tiring for the person doing the hold, less for the one taking it.

But now that was in one, things were different. Her arms were being pulled in directions they were not designed to go, her legs were bent at an uncomfortable angle, her abs were being stretched, and she couldn’t do much to escape, really. Not to mention, it wasn’t exactly the most flattering position for a nubile woman to be in. All around unpleasantness.

”Okay, okay, I’ll tap.” Kozue bit her lip and tried to rock from side to side, hoping it might throw Domino off. ”But you gotta let my arms go, first. Kinda need them for that.”

It could be a tiring hold, especially if maintained for long or done on someone rather sizeable. But fortunately, neither is the case - at least not yet. Kozue is certainly not a hulking monster; she's one of those spry girls. Perfectly for maintained submissions. But her squirming is making it difficult to hold her in place.

When she asks for an arm to be freed, a massive smirk spreads over Domino's face. She thinks he's dumb! But keeping her restrained is becoming an increasing challenge, and as she tilts, his fingers slip from one of her wrists, giving her what may be much-needed freedom of movement!

Aha! Kozue’s rouse worked, and one of her arms was freed, giving her much appreciated movement.

...now what?

Her options were still quite limited, but at least she had some options. She could do something, though it would have to be something without terribly much impact. She could touch Domino’s body from her position, but she couldn’t wind up enough to deliver real force. She did have an idea. A silly idea, but an idea nonetheless.

”Let this work, let this work.” Kozue reached down and started lightly scratch Domino over his rippled chest, trying to tickle him into letting go of the hold. Not exactly an orthodox strategy, but she wasn’t exactly an orthodox wrestler.

Domino's sleek chest tenses as her hand lowers. He has no idea what to expect from her; she's been tricksy so far. Flips, acrobatics, misdirection and such. He doesn't trust her. So the moment her fingertips touch his skin, his free hand reaches for her wrist to stop the ploy!

Scratch, scratch.

His eyes widen. That little shiver, that tingle. His body visibly tightens, jaw setting and eyes widening. Is she doing that on purpose? "Nonono," he protests with increasing desperation, yanking her arm to the side and putting his focus on stopping that before it gets anywhere else. But this just feeds into the lesser balance.

Domino's legs buckle, the other hand releasing her wrist, and the ninja-girl tumbles! Right on top of him, most likely!

"Unf!"

None of Kozue’s extensive wrestling training - most of which consisted of watching tapes and imitating with her own natural agility - covered using tickling as a way of escaping holds, but it seemed to be very effective. Domino dropped the hold and down she went. She’d have to use this technique more often.

She came down on him, but considering she barely weighed a buck thirty when she was soaked and sopped, she couldn’t exactly rely on that alone doing damage. She’d have to get a little proactive.

Kozue sat up, just enough to get a little space between them, and then she went back on the attack. Her arms still hurt from the hold, but she had enough fight left in them to do this.

”One!” She swung her right elbow back towards Domino’s chest. ”Two!” And there came the left elbow, aimed at the other side.

Kozue may be a small thing, and lightweight on top of it, but she's a quick little bugger and has proven to have excellent physical control. Domino is trying to work out from beneath her by the time she's already sitting up and swinging in with the first elbow, drilling into his firm pectoral. The other joins in, eliciting a wince of pain. She may not have the most force behind them, but she has leverage and they're, well, kind of bony. It leaves his chest sore, and more than inspires him to throw her off as quickly as he can, rather than pursue rolling around with her to try to gain the advantage.

Hands grab for her bare waist and his body twists, trying to throw her off of him - or, more likely, roll her off of him. Anything to gain some distance and recollect himself.

In hindsight, Kozue probably should’ve focused more on getting away from Domino and less on trying to elbow him into oblivion. He was far, far too tough for her to beat with moves like that. Hell, she wasn’t even sure what she could do to get the win here, but random shots to the rib weren’t the best way, she knew that much. Kozue had to move onto something a little more advanced.

That was why, when Dominio threw her off, she didn’t just roll over to her stomach. Instead, she popped up to her feet and flipped backward, going into what looked like a standing moonsault at first. Instead of trying to land on Domino’s chest with her own, though, she curled her body up, so both of her knees would drop down on him, instead. More painful that way, she figured.

Not only more painful, but with more weight backing up the impact. Though also more potentially damaging to herself, if the move is blown! What's a ninja without her legs?

Domino's mind races when she takes to flight, having only enough time to jerk a shoulder to the side. It isn't nearly enough to clear the landing zone, and those knees bear down solidly against his pecs. The young grappler is smashed into the mat again, flattening out beneath her, and the air expelled from his lungs with a choked gasp. He lies under her, writhing, eyes wide and staring up at the skylight.