Domino vs. Jewels

Whump.

Once Domino's back hits the mat and his knees cracks against Jewels's spine, the girl is released. The young model sits up, skin lightly aglisten with sweat from the fight so far, his frame rising and falling heavily with each deepened breath. No matter the size difference or the strength, bodily throwing someone around is a workout. But it's a good workout - a good burn.

With Jewels lying on the mat and rubbing her back, Domino moves to his full height and grabs for her wrists to yank her up as well, not giving her the time to get that relief she was hoping for. But should she find her feet, he won't let those wrists go. Instead, Domino steps into her and tries to guide her wrists behind her back, crossing each other and restraining them behind her waist, automatically looping his arms around her middle. From there, his back arches to lift her a little off her feet, biceps clenching around her waist to lock on a bearhug! Sleek abdominals grind into her stomach, his firm chest mashing against her breasts, each pump of his arms bringing them tighter together. His head tilts forward, tucking towards her neck in hopes of preventing any headbutt shenanigans, heated breath lapping against her skin.

Jewels knew immediately that Domino won't give as much as a single moment to relieve herself from the pain she is currently suffering. She would grunt as her wrists got grabbed and she was being pulled up. When she got to her own two feet, those wrists would be forced behind her back as Domino started lifting her up. Soon, she would be caught in a bearhug where there seems to be no possible way of resisting. "NNNNNGGHHH!!!" Jewels grunted as she tried to shake herself loose in Domino's grip. Gritting her teeth, she would moan out, "Let go of me this instant, you peon!"

"Peon?," demands Domino. His head tucks further into the crook of her neck, incidentally nuzzling her soft skin. His biceps tense further around her waist as she struggles, grinding her body hard into his. There's no room for imagination between them now - they can feel each other's hearts beating, each other's body swell with every breath. And it's when he feels her periodically exhale that those arms clench a little tighter around her, pumping her slender, feminine frame into his hard contours.

"You're not bad...," he whispers to her in this intimate proximity. "...to answer your question... from earlier.."

Jewels would feel Domino nuzzling under her neck and it would feel a little strange to her and it's not just because she can't necessarily bring her head down. She would grunt again as the hold tightened around her body, but there wasn't much she could do. Her arms were still tucked behind her back and she couldn't move her head for a headbutt. There has to be a way to get out, but how?

While pondering this, Jewels would hear Domino say that she wasn't bad at all during this match. With a smile and blush, she would reply, "Oh...thank you. That's very kind of you to say to a proper lady. But I'm not ready to give in just yet. I don't want to just be "not bad", I want to be great!"

With that, she would attempt to kick her free legs out to hit Domino in hopes of being released. This has to work because if it doesn't, she would have an even harder time getting out.

Domino's content with this hold for now, squeezing and crushing the resistance out of his opponent. He doesn't expect her to submit to this - didn't seem to be in her nature. Pride is definitely something he's detecting off of her, and for that reason, he expects he'll have to pin her down. But he's happy to wear her body down with this embrace, grinding her breasts to his firm chest, her stomach into his sleek abs. At this proximity, they can easily feel each other's hearts beating, each other's body swelling with each breath. And every exhale she releases sees Domino ratchet up the pressure, constricting her body to his like a python.

Her feet begin kicking, battering against his shins. Those boots of his are helping deflect the most of it, but not all. "Wouldn't worry about that... not about to make a girl like you submit," he murmurs back to her, breath warm against her neck. Whether he means he expects her to never give in or that he's willingly trying to avoid having her tap out, he doesn't clarify. But the answer might be hidden in what he does next.

Arms still locked around her waist, the young model torques his body in an attempt to swing her to the side and drive down with her, aiming to slam her down onto her back with his body landing squarely overtop hers in a belly-to-belly suplex!

Jewels continued to kick in hopes in getting released, but she doubted if that was doing any good whatsoever. The squeeze just seems to be getting tighter and it could ruin her outfit. Oh, he'll definitely see her lawyer of he does and she always makes sure that "justice" will be done to those who...get on her nerves. After Domino tells her that he doesn't expect her to give in, he would throw her down to the side for a belly-to-belly suplex.

"UUUGGHH!!! Jewels coughed out as she landed on her back and felt Domino land himself on top. She got some air knocked out of her as she was now trying to gasp for air after that long hold. She would try to push Domino off so she can get away fast.

Thought of damaging Jewels's costume doesn't really occur to him. All Domino is thinking is how better to assure she won't kick out of a pin, how better to beat his opponent. His lean body slams down atop hers, and he immediately starts for a pin, but it doesn't even see fruition before she's pushing and squirming.

'Resilient little thing, isn't she?'

The teen rolls over aside from her, and as she makes some headway in getting distance, he raises to his feet. By now, the overhead halogens cast his body in a light gleam - he's worked up a sweat, his frame rising and falling more noticeably. His stance squares, hands lifting and fingers splaying at the ready to grapple with her, amethyst eyes focused on the blonde beauty intensely.

Jewels would feel Domino rolling off of her and she was now free to get away for the moment. She would pant as she slowly tried to get up before her opponent had a chance to grab her again. Once she was on her feet, her eyes would focus on the guy and she had to think on her next move. So far, Domino was mostly gaining the upper hand while Jewels only did so much before being beaten down. This next move had to at least get this match in her favor again.

So, Jewels would get back in her stance as she would walk over to Domino. Once close, she would attempt to throw a couple of punches to the face before a kick to the stomach.

As she approaches him, Domino stalks in close with her, keeping his guard high and ready to resume the match. When she throws a punch, that high guard pays off, blocking from one side, then with a forearm at the other. Brawling wasn't something he really expected from her, admittedly, but punches to the face at something he as a model had a very special hate for. He may not be a narcissist, but he is proud of his appearance.

The kick, however, takes him by surprise. He was making a grab for the girl's narrow shoulders to resume wearing her down, when his sleekly-toned abs took the kick. It forces him to bend forward, arms looping his midsection with a groan.

Jewels was a bit discouraged that Domino would block off those punches aimed at the face, but she flashed a grin when her last kick made him double over and groan. Now, the blonde felt that she had a chance to even things up a bit. She thought for a few moments what she should do with Domino until she settled her mind to it. First, Jewels would try to grab under Donino's chin to examine him first.

If she did so, she would start slapping him several times across the face before the last one aiming to make him spin and be dazed.